37. The Chocolate Wasn’t For You
One year for Christmas, I got three little boxes that assembled together to look like a snowman. I was excited, saw on the back a chocolate list. When I opened the boxes, though, my stomach dropped. They were empty. I was like, what? Then my aunt looked at me and said “Oh, there was chocolate but my son and I ate them. I thought you’d like the box.” It smelled like chocolate too. I hate my aunt.
